Chapter 2: To A Perpetual Journey; Part 2
Karkus nodded. “But is it truly magic?” He thought about the fantasy movies he saw before. Tales of heroes, conquerors, apocalypse, and forbidden love between peasants and nobles. Magic commonly appeared on those kind of stories. “...Those videos on the wall.”
“Destinies. Those shows an event of which a certain person’s life took a turn. In that certain event, the action they did will hugely affect their future no matter how it seemed to be insignificant at first.”
“Those are?”
“Indeed. I am the creator of destiny. Obviously, I am able to see other lifeform’s fate. They are real, the same as you. ‘I think, therefore I am’, right?”
“From earlier, I—” Karkus stopped. He knew he saw something. He wanted to say something, but he couldn’t find the words. The words won’t materialize inside his empty head. Filling it was of no use since it will return outside as if it never entered his mind. Karkus sighed.
Trakun snapped his fingers.
“You mean that robust man?” Trakun asked. “That man that cleaved the wolves around him.”
Karkus felt surprised. The image of that man formed inside his mind. The smooth yet fierce swing as the man dodged the wolf and pierced its skin, the accurate throw of his small blades, and the perfectly sliced wolves. He remembered it with a strange clarity. “I can’t remember this earlier. How?”
Trakun didn’t answer the question, instead he just smiled at Karkus.
“I’ll show you something,” Trakun said. “I have made a film showing the destinies of people I have changed. I am a part of destiny myself, thus my actions are a part of the hands of Destiny.”
Trakun gently motioned his right hand from his left shoulder and extended it towards east.
“Before we start,” Trakun continued. “This video is long, so I hope that you stay focused on watching this one and don’t let your mind wander. I presume that after this you’ll have something you’ve lost return or see those you cannot.”
“Huh?”
The wall displayed in front of Karkus faded into darkness, and turned into a place outside a gymnasium. A bowl-cut haired boy wearing yellow-stained white shirt and worn-out shoes was looking through a window. Smiling, he opened his bag, took an envelope, and carefully pocketed it in his shirt so it won’t bend.
“Today is the day I graduate from being single!” The bowl-cut boy announced to the empty field. “No more lunch at the back of the school, no more envy to my popular classmates, and no more dates with my dating simulation girlfriend!”
He strolled to the entrance, opened the door, and sat on a nearby chair to watch the girls’ volleyball club practice spiking. Every now and then, the ball would bounce far away and almost reach him. However, before he could touch the ball, a girl was already running and slide to catch it.
A ball bounced too high for anyone to reach, and it was toward the boy. He grinned ear to ear, squatted, and waited for the coming ball. But before he could jump, a petite girl leapt and snagged the ball, and held it tightly to her chest. She was falling toward the boy.
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“Just how lucky am I?” the boy murmured as he spread his arms. She caught the girl, and cushioned her fall as they both crash to the floor. They both immediately averted their gaze from each other and stood up.
“Thanks,” the girl said, smiling.
“It wasn’t much.” The boy paused. “Can we meet later?”
“Sure. Thanks again.” The girl ran back to her to play volleyball.
The practice continued until a short-haired girl that seemed to be the captain clapped her hand, rounded up the girls and told them the practice was finished and they should start cleaning and storing their equipment. The bowl-cut boy smiled, then took the envelope from his pocket which had a rose-colored heart printed on its back. He held it firmly as he waited for the petite girl to approach him.
An attractive guy, holding a water bottle, entered the gymnasium, and ran toward the girls. The attractive guy told a joke that made all the girls laugh, including the petite girl. The bowl-cut boy’s face contorted as he crumpled the envelope, threw it, and ran outside with tears trickling from his eyes.
“That ugly guy sure can run fast,” the attractive boy said.
The petite girl rolled her eyes. “Don’t you know that he’s the ace of our school, the best athlete in our region? He just won the high-school national competitions in one-hundred meter sprint.”
“Ignore that guy. How about we just go to Karaoke on Saturday?
The petite girl shrugged, moved away from the attractive guy, and helped her club mates storage their equipment. Still the guy chased the girl and kept bothering her. The viewpoint of the video zoomed out and then zoomed in to a corner of a window. The boy was watching, eyeing the attractive guy as he flirted with the petite girl. The bowl-cut boy kicked and punched the wall, and said, “I won’t let you hinder my youth romantic comedy.”
Karkus heard random noises outside the video. Water gushing, chattering voices, cicadas crying, and engines roaring. The scene on the video had changed, but he couldn’t focus his attention. Ethereal threads materialized one after another, sprouting on everything except Trakun. He saw these threads on his body, too. However, some of them are torn and was floating free in the air. Like clothe, his vision of the hall unfastened, showing some kind of bright place.
Karkus blinked his eyes.
I blink my eyes.
The sun is already on its way to hide under the horizon as I just loiter on this park’s bench. The elderly people who were sitting on the fountain’s bench are gone, and noisy high school students replaced them. I only have morning classes today, so, as a hobby, I sit on this park’s bench and just watch people walk by. For some reason, this place relaxes me.
Chapter 2; Part 2 End.
